Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

When next Eve woke, the sun was shining through the windows. She blinked and realized a large male arm was thrown across her stomach, pinning her in place.Oddly, she didn't panic.Instead she gingerly removed the arm and slowly, carefully levered herself up to peer at her sleeping bedmate.Asa Makepeace was on his back, his arms and legs spread wide and taking up most of the bed. A sunbeam struck his hair, making gold and red strands glint in the brown. Dark reddish brown hair stubbled his jaw. His lips were slightly parted and on each exhalation was the faintest suggestion of a snore.Eve smiled at the sound and reached for the small sketchbook and pencil that always sat on the table beside her bed.She settled back against the pillows and began drawing him: the slightly overlarge nose, the eyes unlined in sleep, the slack, beautiful mouth. How was it possible that this man she'd at first found merely irritating, overwhelmingly male- 'frightening'- should turn out to have so many sides to him? A lover of opera. A fighter of highwaymen. A shouter of arguments. A savior of stray dogs.Stubborn, cynical, violent, and sometimes mean.And yet a man who had tenderly shown her how to love.No one had ever cared so much for her.